The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)

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Flora's POV: Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"No. They just misunderstand him. Prince Rufus is actually a very gentle lycan. He is not cruel or cold-blooded. On the contrary, he is very considerate," Sylvia explained. Her voice was soft, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, deep and quiet.

I nodded to show that I believed her. But I felt more intrigued. Obviously, she was deeply in love with Prince Rufus, but she just refused to admit it.

"He just doesn't like to talk, so others think he's cold," Sylvia added. Every word she said was praising Prince Rufus.

My long-lost passion was ignited. I felt that I had to try every means to bring her and Prince Rufus together. A handsome lycan and a beautiful she -wolf. Such a perfect match, wasn't it? But before that, I had to do something more important.

"Sylvia, come on, try this dress on." I shoved Sylvia towards the gift box. "If you keep praising him, it will be dawn when you finish talking."

"Flora!" Her face flushed.

She got angry and embarrassed at the same time. I pinched her smooth cheek, acting like a hooligan. "I can't wait any longer."

Sylvia rolled her eyes at me, at a loss for words. She then walked into the bathroom with the dress.

I rubbed my hands together, looking forward to seeing her come out with the dress on.

Sure enough, she took me by surprise when she came out. Her fair and flawless skin was glowing like finest jade. And the beautiful dress made her originally delicate features more radiant.

Damn! We were both she-wolves, but why only she had such a perfect figure? I lowered my head and looked at my flat breasts. I thought I must force Sylvia to tell me some breast enhancement techniques.

"Hurry, put on your mask now." I handed her the mask and took out my phone. "Can I take photos of you and post them on social media?"

I saw that Sylvia was hesitant, so I immediately added, "Don't worry, I'll only take photos of your side face. And you'll still wear the mask. Your identity won't be exposed."

Sylvia pulled up her hair into a bun and nodded slightly. "Okay, I also want some photos to someday remind me of this moment."

While taking her photos, I couldn't help but be impressed by her beauty again and again. I began to imagine how she and Prince Rufus would look when they stood side by side. It must be a sight to behold. I became more determined to do everything for them to be together.

After happily taking photos of Sylvia's side face, I posted them on my social media account.

Alina's POV:

All kinds of dresses were piled up on the floor. I sat on the sofa in a silk slip dress and looked at the busy servants coldly.

"Miss Quinn, this is Teresa's new perfume.

Please try it," Coco, my loyal servant, sincerely said as she handed over a blue transparent glass bottle to me.

"Where's my dress?" I asked, taking the perfume from her. I got more irritated. The smell of the perfume was a mix of citrus and peppermint oil, somewhat similar to the scent of that bitch Sylvia.

"It... It's coming," Coco stammered, shivering.

I threw the perfume bottle at her. "I don't like that. It smells like shit. Don't ever give me that kind of rubbish again."

"Yes, Miss Quinn," Coco lowered her head and said in a very low voice.

I snorted coldly and stood up. This group of losers had spent so much time, but they couldn't even get a good dress for me. I felt more furious, especially when I thought that Rufus hadn't shown up in the past few days.

When the bell rang from the bell tower in the distance for the third time, I totally lost my patience. I was about to lose my temper when Coco finally came in with a gift box.

"Miss Quinn, your dress is here."

"Open it," I ordered. My anger was quelled, and I began to cheer up. I had used all my connections and spent a lot of effort to get this dress.

I sat down happily, looking forward to wearing this one-of-a-kind dress and dancing with Rufus in the middle of the dance floor. I would enjoy the envious gazes of the other she-wolves. And I was sure that it would be a slap on Sylvia's face. But when Coco took out the dress from the box,

I instantly exploded.

"Why is the color so yellow?"

It was not the one I wanted at all. Did these lowly slaves think they could fool me by finding one with a similar color?